Lords of the East - Council Chambers

[TriforceV]

With all haste the young Persian boy enters the room and rushes to his master handing him a pamphlet.

The Persian diplomat reads the pamphlet, crumples it quickly, scowls loudly and hurries towards his chambers,
The young Persian boy still standing their with disappointment has he glances at his empty dirty hand with a tear in his eyes.

Suddenly the Persian Diplomat reemerges wielding a Persian Saber and glares around for the Rajupt Diplomat who has eagerly escaped...,
He yells obscenities in all direction, aimed at humiliating him
"I shall cut you down like the swine that you are"

Finally his bodyguards enter the Council and forcefully persuade the Diplomat back to his chair so that he does not cause anymore harm,
The Persian Diplomat takes a deep breath and thrusts his saber right through his table
and collapses angrily on his chair

"Good Sirs,"
He snarls
"It would appear the war has truly started, in all its ugliest and despicable nature, our forces in this short time has achieved glorious success and bitter defeats,", "But it is never the Persian way to fail, and we will continue to fight brilliantly whatever may come"
"We have now both officially declared war now on the Omani, and have taken their Fortress, and we also continue to fight the Rajupts, whatever may come"

The Persian diplomat sighs heavily, and his bodyguards walk him back to his cambers comforting him as he goes,
Even the Persian boy is upset, makes a fit and walks out of the council in disgust

[Quirl]

Such violence... and we have yet to make any profit from it.

She sighs.

How I hope that changes soon...

[phonicsmonkey]

Orloomo looks pained.

Such a waste of a beautiful piece of furniture..

[Thanatos Eclipse]

Baghdad lay still, quiet, as if waiting for something. Tension, like a heavy fog, flooded every street corner and alleyway.

Within the council walls the delegates lounge, oblivious to the mounting storm. Malek sat, propped back with his feet resting upon the table, as he quietly sipped wine. Despite his calm exteriors, he was growing restless. No news had come out of the Far East for weeks now and he could only imagine what atrocities might have befallen his brethren. What if the path they had chosen was the wrong one? What if Allah had brought down his wrath upon the Omani Nation!?

Something within Baghdad began to stir, something new. Whispers arose from the streets.

As Em slept, Zurm was trying to swat a fly that kept buzzing around his head. Swat...miss...swat...miss...swat...bang! Zurm rubs his eye, now sore from being hit.

Panic and Aw now filled the streets; a commotion among the people, the likes of which had not been seen since the mass of Crusader forces were spotted from the city walls. A low rumbling vibrated along the ground. It was heading towards the Court.

As the fever outside its walls grew louder, the Palace began to shake with the approaching rumble. Many within the court, fearing their god’s judgment, dive beneath tables and chairs. Malek, leaning back in his chair, almost falls over, but catches himself at the cost of his drink. He angrily wipes the off his now stained council robes.

The roar outside had grown deafening, even within the council walls. Crowds of people cheered and screamed as they followed the now thunderous steps of what could only come from the devil himself. The noise drew closer and closer to the Council doors, then...

It stopped; right outside the council. Moments later, the doors burst open, but it was not the devil that stood before them, but Captain Amr. Outside the door great beasts, even taller than the court’s massive doors, could be seen standing around. Behind them, what appeared to be Baghdad’s entire populace, stood in aw of the creatures.

Captain Amr begins to laugh, as dignitaries and servants crawl out from underneath tables and chairs. Trying to stifle back the laughs, Amr addresses the court “Do not fear, these demons have not come for your souls this day. Actually, most unfortunately, these beast are just for show, no more trained for battle then that shivering Khwarezm diplomat and he hasn’t even seen our war elephants yet.” Waving his troops to continue the parade, Captain Amr enters the court, closing the doors behind him. “Dignitaries of so many great nations, I have great news! The vile Malekate has fallen, and the people of Sindh now rejoice under the just rule of the Grand Oceanic and Indian Alliance. As we speak, Omani armies sweep up the rest of the rebel resistance and move forward to take on the Khwarezm who have been so eager to war with us. The Omani might be sharks out of water for this one, but I worry not, for we bring Alleh’s blessing and the Devil’s beasts to this fight!”

As Amr finishes, he heads towards the Omani table, but first stops to address the Rajput dignitary. “Be sure to let your lord know that the Omani are very grateful for his gift of those show elephants, they will be much adored back on the Omani homeland.”

[Thanatos Eclipse]

Once seated at the Omani table, captain Amr looks over at Malek and smirks. “You were only here in my stead for a comparably short time, yet you already got your robe ruined.”

Malek glares at Arm, “You could have sent me a message or something! I’ve been sitting here for weeks with no news.”

Captain Amr’s smile just broadened. “And ruin the surprise! I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[phonicsmonkey]

Orloomo Bland looks extremely pleased with himself as he stands to address the Court.

My esteemed gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce that the Holy City of Jerusalem has been returned to its rightful custodians, the armies of Christ.

The Ayyubid Sultan Al-Aziz and his royal army at Gaza have been utterly defeated by Crusading armies led by Raynald de Chatillon and Jocelin de Cyprus.

Our liege lord Baldwin is once more King of Jerusalem. Let all who stand in his way perish!

[Thanatos Eclipse]

At the news, Malek moves to say something, but Amr stops him. Malek looks at the Captain, puzzeled.

“Let the Shah explain himself” Amr calmly says.

“What does the Shah have to do with the Cusaders?” Malek demands.

Amr, narrowing his eyes at the Khwarezm diplomat, replies “As the strongest Islamic nation, other than the Ayyubids, he would rather bring war to his brothers in faith, then stop the Crusaders before they could make this betrayal that anyone could have foreseen coming. Well Khwarezm, what do you have to say in defense of your leader? Tell us why he has failed Allah.”